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"Speech"
'thought'
"ATTACK"
Chapter IV
The Village (part 2)
It was morning; I had snuck into the boy's room. I had been unable to fall asleep so I had gone to watch over him. He was so peaceful I felt almost as though it would be a crime to wake him and bring him back to the cold reality of the moment. But he still had to eat at some point so I braced myself and shook him slightly; he simply turned over and continued his trek through dreamland. I shook him twice more and picked him up, "Come on now, on your feet." He slowly opened his eyes, reveling the beautiful amber behind the lids heavy with sleep. He blinked to become accommodated to the light the sun was throwing in through the window. I carried him out to where I had breakfast laid out for us both. The room was spacious with a small table in the center, which was surrounded by scarlet cushions, and a painting hung on the wall opposite the door, it depicted Inutaishou and me sitting on a small hill. I stared at it for a moment remembering the way he used to smile always so dashing… "Are you alright?" The child was tugging at the sleeve of my kimono. He walked over to the painting, looked at me and looked at the painting again. "You were wearing the same thing that day. And that's my father isn't it? Where you his friend?" I looked down at myself, he was right I was wearing the same thing, I remembered how annoyed I'd been when Inutaishou had told me I was going to be in a painting like that. I was wearing a black kimono with no decoration that was cut just above my knee. It was odd but I was an Angel and no one questioned me about it. InuYasha's eyes never left me, I wondered for a moment why he was staring, and then I remembered that he'd asked me a question. "Oh, yes we were friends. Good friends even. I miss him very much…" I knew I was being foolish but I did miss him so much… It had been so long… We sat down for breakfast and InuYasha seemed starved he devoured anything he could get his hands on. Looking at him I saw his father and silent tears ran down my cheek into my untouched food.
Flashback
"Inutaishou! Where are you?" His blood, its everywhere, on trees, bushes, the grass. I can't believe it, I won't! 'Inutaishou…' I kneel beside him and place his head in my lap. "Please be alright… You can't die now…" "Aidelle… Is that you? I can't quite tell my vision is so cloudy…" "Oh Inutaishou… It'll be okay, I promise you." "Really? Then why are you crying?" As my tears fall into his silver hair and I wipe them away with my sleeve, I try to smile but I just can't. "Don't worry about me Aidelle. I don't mind this. I really don't. At least you're here…" He cringes in pain; I see his abdomen is ripped open, probably by Ryokutse's claws… "What about Izayoi? You'll never see her again." "No but I already said my goodbyes." "She's your mate, your lover. How can you be content?" "Because she isn't the only woman I love." He kisses me and I return it, 'How can I be doing this… Its wrong but it feels so right…' "Tell me the truth Aidelle. I must know. Tell me now please. Tell me the truth about Sesshomaru." I freeze. "I… Inutaishou…"
End
InuYasha called me out of my thoughts by asking for more food. I chuckled, so much like his father… When InuYasha had finally finished his meal, we went around to tour the village and buy some materials for me. We reached the main square and one of the village women was there with her child, Hitaru. She waved to me and glanced at the small face hiding behind my sleeve. "Is that the boy? Inutaishou's child?" "Yes. This is InuYasha." At the mention of his name he looked up at me questioningly. "I knew your father, in fact lots of people knew him 'round here. He helped build the village and rid it of potential dangers like other demons that don't look as kindly upon half-breeds." He looked at me for conformation of the statement; I nodded and gave him a slight smile. He seemed content and we continued on our trek towards the Main Square and the trading post. Once we had arrived I sent InuYasha to look at the materials strewn across the back wall, I went to the owner and collected material for the child's clothing and some food for the next few days. We returned to the house and I put away the new materials. We settled down for a quick lunch outside in the back on the same hill I had sat on the night before. "You were here last night right? Who were you singing to? Is there someone bothering you? Because you were asking someone to leave you alone, right? You know what? I think you have a lovely voice…" He blushed and looked away, I laughed; his father had said the same thing when we'd first met… and there I was again thinking of him… "No child, no one is bothering me, I just have trouble letting go of some things… you'll understand someday…" Little did I realize he already did.
Sorry that it's been so long but school stuff kinda got in the way but chappy # 5 should be up soon. And this thing does have a point it'll probably start being more obvious by chapter 6… or maybe next one we shall see. Review please!
